Invitation

The letter came in the post in sunday. I heavy cream envelope sealed with golden wax. Still hot to the touch.

In it, leaden black script, which read

You are crdially invited to attend a salon hosted by his majesty Hades in the depths of the underworld. The attire is cocktail.

On the day of the salon, a map appears in the post. The map leads to a river, on too of which bobs a boat. You surrender the two golden couns that arrived with the invitation to a mysterious gondolier and precariously step into the water vehicle.

Time folds in on itself as you drift down the Styx. You are oblivious to the change in your surroundings. Suddenly wherw you are is oitch black, the only break being the reflection of light from an unidentified source against the obsidian walls.

A hand reaches toward you from the darkness and behind it emanates a voice.

“We’ve been waiting for you”